”“I like being big,” Becky said. “I like when people look at me. It makes me feel powerful.”That was a troubling thing to hear from a young ...girl, but it fit with Becky’s profile. “Do other kids make fun of you for being big?” I asked.“Not unless they want to get beat up,” Becky said. “Mostly they want to touch me.”We were getting to some very serious issues. “Is that why you get into so many fights,” I asked.Becky smirked. “I get into fights because I like dominating twerps,” she said. “I like. My kitchen counter looks like a production line, as I get their sandwiches, drinks and snacks packed away. My boys are able to get themselves ready and out the door, but my daughter, who is only 6, needs a little more help. Finally, by 8:00 am, I am surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet.Don't get me wrong, I adore my family and enjoy spending time with my husband and my children, but this weekend had been a very busy one and I was glad to finally get a little time to myself.I turn on my. At first I couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl like her would want to know me, but she did and I was the one who popped her cherry too. In fact the only thing I have going for me is my high-end average cock, it's not massive but a very respectable 7 1/4 inches when fully erect.Once we were a couple we spent most of our spare time together, so very soon I started to find out things about her. Me, I'm a simple guy who likes my sex to be simple too, usually both of us naked with me on top. Brunch was edgy. We carried on a conversation about a variety of subjects and we joked with our waitress and with each other. But there was an anxious, sexual tension in the air. Both of us knew what we were going to do when we finished eating, and that knowledge and expectation created an excitement and electricity that was hard for either of us to conceal. As we walked to my car after eating, I playfully slapped Carol on her ass and rubbed her cheek through her jeans. As I opened the car door.